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YELLOW BEAUTY 






















Yellow 


Beauty 


MARION MARTIN 


WITH SIX ILLUSTRATIONS REPRODUCED FROM PAINTINGS BY 

HENRIETTE RONNER 

OF THE BELGIAN ROYAL ACADEMY, THE CELEBRATED 
PAINTER OF CATS 



CHICAGO 

LAIRD & LEE, PUBLISHERS 






Entered according to Act of Congress in the year eighteen 
hundred and ninety-five by 

WILLIAM H. LEE, 

In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 
(all rights reserved.) 


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DEDICATED 


TO AY LITTLE NIECE 

DOROTHY WEED 


TO THE BOYS AND GIRLS OE AMERICA 

IN THE HOPE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE 

KIND TO KITTENS 

AND 


EVERY LIVING CREATURE 










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Kittens and Cats 


Kittens and Cats! Kittens and Cats! 

'The dread of small mice and the horror of rats ! 
They’re the pets of our happy home. 

There’s Tabbie, and Kittie, and Lulu-White, 

With amber eyes that shine as bright 
As the stars in the summer sky. 

There’s Fifi, and Toto, and Nicholas, too, 

And one we call Trilby, because of her feet, 

And one we call Candy because she is sweet. 

But Tighe is the monarch, you should see him stare, 
As fierce as a tiger just out of his lair; 

Then march, like a warrior, waving his tail, 

Like a mast, or a sail, of a ship in a gale, 

On the top of an ocean wave. 

Kittens and Cats! Kittens and Cats! 

They scare the mice and worry the rats! 

And sometimes sleep in our Sunday hats, 

And do most mischievous things. 



When you’ve read this story of three of our cats, 
You’ll forget all about the mice and the rats 
As you laugh at their merry ways. 




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)]R. Mann brandished 
a long knife. 

He was my good 
butcher, and his stall 
was in the great Sut¬ 
ter Street Market of 
/^ichol-ss San Francisco. 

The sharp blade fell 
H dexterously into the fine leg 
' Toto of lamb that Mr. Mann had 
in his hand, and even with the 
eyes of a novice I could see that 
the knife was giving Mr. Mann the 
best of the transaction. But when 
the time came for the balancing 
of the scales there was such a 
glaring sleight-of-hand perform¬ 
ance that some one had to turn their 
eyes away. Mr. John Manns 
looked happily unconscious, so I 


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dropped mine to the floor. And 
what do you think I found? 

Not a bright twenty dollar gold 
piece to pay for those delicate ribs 
and plump kidneys sheathed in their 
white fatness, but something once 
sought after as a coveted prize—a 
golden fleece! 

Yes, there at my feet was a real 
golden fleece, rolling over and over 
while playing with a feather. She 
was a soiled mite, the color of the 
sawdust in which she chased her 
elusive prey with a playful and 
tigerish abandon. 

I took her up, unresisting. 

She wore a pathetic, weather¬ 
beaten, red ribbon about her neck 
which told me plainly enough she 
was somebody’s pet, perhaps Mr. 




Mann’s! Two gay and friendly 
eyes looked deeply into mine, and 
we loved each other. 

With fitting diplomacy I led my 
butcher away from our mutton in 
search of particulars about this 
absurd elf. He frankly told me 
she had walked in two days before, 
taking her welcome and keep for 
granted. 

I said “good morning” to Mr. 
Mann, for once feeling that I had 
the best of the bargain—she of the 
golden fleece, his gift, was in my 
newmarket pocket. 

The cat in the bag, for my 
pocket had become one for 
the time being, rode up on 
the cable car to Nob Hill in 
discreet silence. There was 
not a protest, a squeak, or a 



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yellow ear manifest on that ex¬ 
citing journey. 

Once in the house, I pro- 
duce\d my treasure-kin triumphant¬ 
ly, an \d was considerably astonished 
to hear) it called “pot-black” and 
“ugly.” A I pleaded its cause; I 
called atte\ntion to the great topaz 
eyes, its in\nocent expression and 
its adorable\head of yellow down, 
for all the worxld like that of a little 
blond girl. \ 

A warm suds \ bath was agreed 
upon to settle the \ mooted point ol 
beauty, which was \ necessary to its 
becoming a member \ of the family. 
The poor waif went \ through the 
lathering and cleans- f $ 

ing process with many \ £j 

signs of luxurious en- \ %p~lk- , S' 
joyment, and came 



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out of the drying-basket a full- ^ 
fledged beauty. 

Fifi was truly fascination itself; 
a baffling mixture of high-bred 
beauty and feline grace. Her 
head was delicate and elegant; her 
body a succession of supple curves, 
and her thick, silky coat was white 
and yellow, shading on the back 
into the gold and brown of polished 
tortoise-shell. 

Not to be less indulgent than her 
original owner, I knotted a ribbon 
of baby blue about her white throat. 
Fifi had more vanity than was good 
for her, and after this she was al¬ 
ways restless until her ribbons were 
put on in the morning, which inter¬ 
esting ceremony took place at ten 
o’clock. I am sorry to confess it, 
but she spent a large part of her 


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day posing in front of a long mir¬ 
ror, and actually she could not pass 
any polished surface, wood, brass 
or marble, without taking a sly and 
admiring peep at herself. 

Notwithstanding, her affection 
and playfulness radiated like sun¬ 
shine. She was as irresistible and 
capricious as a whirlwind, and car¬ 
ried everything and everybody be¬ 
fore her. Nothing was too good 
for that luxurious young creature, 
and not the longest and sharpest 
of hat-pins ever kept her from 
napping in a hat if it otherwise 
pleased her fancy. I am sure if 
Miss Fifi had been about to build 
herself a house, she would have 
said to her architect: “Fashion me a 
villa exactly like a bureau outside and 
inside. The same to be furnished 



throughout, whem/cfone, with 
the finest of gloves, handker¬ 
chiefs and laces.” 

Those little, white teeth were 
very knowing about dainties, too, 
and sometimes Fifi was seen stand¬ 
ing on tip-toes, trying to look into the 
contents of the skillets and the stew- 
pans bubbling on the kitchen range. 

Her popularity on Nob Hill soon 
grew apace. Very grave and great 
people were seen to look out of the 
tail of the eye at this vision of a 
miniature tigress at play with a 
blade of grass. 

“Were her antics play’d in the eye 
Of a thousand standers-by, 

Clapping hands with shout and st 
What would little tabby care 
For the plaudits of the crowd ? 

Over-happy to be proud, 

Over-wealthy in the treasure 
Of her own exceeding pleasure!” 



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And Fifi, sitting in a great win¬ 
dow, looking out to sea, with evi¬ 
dent enjoyment of the fair scene, 
was a familiar picture in the neigh¬ 


borhood. 

When the bell rang she hastened 
to the door to receive visitors, con¬ 
ducting them into the 
drawing-room with little 
coos, murmurs and cries. 
She could never see a 
-dainty handkerchief, 
even in the hands of a 
guest, without biting it 
with a little spasm of pleasure. 

She grew faster in grace and 
popularity than in body, and thus 
it was not long before she found 
her real throne—a corner of the 
drawing-room tea-table. 

Now, granted that this sounds 




badly in cold print, I am sure no 
New England Priscilla would have 
objected to the living reality, or re¬ 
fused a cup of the fragrant brew. 
Dainty and beautiful Fifi was more 
charming than any ornament upon 
the table. Her gloss and coloring 
made the Dresden cups look abso¬ 
lutely pale and common-place, while 
her eyes outshone any cunningly- 
wrought device in gold, silver or 
enamel. Pretty, white hands offered 
her bits of biscuit, and darker and 
stronger ones considered it a privi¬ 
lege to hold small spoonfuls of 
cream or tea under that deft, rose- 
leaf tongue. All of these atten¬ 
tions were accepted with the dignity 
and grace of a small sovereign. 

About this time 
I had an inspira- 



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mgr tion. If one cat could give 
so much pleasure, one’s joy 
in living would be doubled 
by owning two, and tripled by own¬ 
ing three. My fancy, once aroused, 
marched on. The butcher had 
made his contribution, why not 
look to the green-grocer in the ad¬ 
joining stall for a similar token of 
good will ? I went to market again, 
this time to see Villani, one of those 
Italians who take to commerce in 
fruits and vegetables in the New 
World as a duck takes to water. 

Yes, truly,Villani had cats enough 
and to spare. He was sole pro¬ 
prietor of seven kittens, a day or 
two old. With the impulsive 
generosity of the Latin race, he of¬ 
fered me the whole family, or any 
part, parcel or section thereof, but, 


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of course, /T^r— 

Viliam did ^41 £> 
not express himself in such fine 
English. There was one condi¬ 
tion: that, unless I took the whole 
group, I was to wait until the kittens 
were a little more grown. I prac¬ 
ticed great self-denial, and stayed 
away a week. My modest choice 
fell on two specimens, one a coal 
black kitten, the other a tortoise¬ 
shell. 

Villani warned me, in his broken 
English, that I had come too soon, 
but I turned a deaf ear to his advice. 

My booty was received on Nob 
Hill with vivid and indignant pro¬ 
test. However, as it was too late 
to return the “tender-feet,” they 
were rolled in flannel and placed 
in a basket on the hearth, after 


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being carefully warmed and fed. 
The first sweet sleep of the night 
was broken by a faint and oft- 
repeated noise. 

What was it? 

The restless winds, that cannot 
sleep at night ^ in that country, 
or a burglar, 1 JP filing at a win¬ 
dow in ^ "y the other end of 
the house?^ No, it was 
neither.It was Nich¬ 
olas and Toto, crying for 

their supper. Quick! Some 

warm milk and a tiny spoon 
for these wailing ' mice with their 
piteous faces. Aye, and this to be 
repeated every two hours, day and 
night, for three weeks! 

Fortunately, this labor of pity 
Jpgap , was soon supported by 



the little martyrs. Could j 

the spark of life be kept 
alive in those tiny beings? 

We thought it could, if we worked 
like galley slaves. No training- 
school could have organized a life¬ 
saving service more promptly or 
more thoroughly. An old, rockerless 
wicker cradle for dolls was found in 
the attic and filled with soft flannels. 
A small hot-water bag was added 
for warmth by night, and the pagoda 
and its contents were carefully 
sunned by day. 

The situation was also somewhat 
strained by Fifi’s state of mind. She 
was sulking with displeasure and 
jealousy over our attempt to found 
an Italian colony. The little 
humbug actually pretended to be 
ignorant of the very existence of 


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that cradle and its occupants. How 
I longed to turn Nicholas and Toto 
over to her, if only for one night! 

But, she was such a little kitten 
herself, I could hardly lay this 
burden on her; and, certainly, she 
was in no humor to volunteer her 
services, or to grant me a favor, 
however humbly * I asked or 

hinted. Plainly, I would be 

obliged to con y|sipl| tinue my 
vigils, or hire a nurse. I 

am quite sure that 

Fifi was restored to 

her sweet-tempered self, soon after, 
by remorse for one of her esca¬ 
pades. 

Her fad was not a ladylike frolic 
on the lawn, but a furious, wild romp 
in the coal-bin in the cellar. 

With the cunning of a serpent, 
and its swiftness, too, she would steal 


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away and descend to that pit, to 
leap and roll to her heart’s content 
in its pitchy blackness. So far, so 
good, but to return to the bosom of 
her family was quite another matter. 
The mischievous and merry Fifi 
dreaded this ordeal. 

It was no use for the silly crea¬ 
ture to try to look unconscious. 
She was twice as black, and alto¬ 
gether as foolish and confused as a 
stoker on an ocean liner would be 
if unexpectedly called from the 
nethermost depths to take a 
cup of tea with the commander 
of the squadron. 

The two brothers now slept, 
cried and ate with great regu¬ 
larity, but it seemed impossible 
for them to grow. We hung 
over their cradle, waiting for 



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evidences 
' ' of growth, but 

while there were signs of life and vi¬ 


tality, their most striking features still 
suggested mice, rather than kittens. 

Fifi, as though in shame and 
apology for that affair of the coal- 
bin, now began to show curiosity, 
and even a little friendly interest in 
our cradle and its mysteries. Who 
knew but that she was planning to 
take their entire charge? We 
would not put so much as a straw 
in her way, for that surely would 
have diverted the giddy Fifi. 

Soon after, Master Nicholas be¬ 
gan to thrust his black feet and ears 
through his swaddling clothes, and 
then some black arms appeared 
and clawed vigorously. Before 
we knew it, the little hob-goblin 


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was running in and out of a hole in 
the basket as though he were a 
fully naturalized citizen. His eyes 
were as yellow as brass, and were 
droll enough with his coal-black 
body. No wonder Fifi had learned 
to adore him on the score of his 
complexion. Although affectionate 
and kind-hearted, he turned out to 
be the most lawless of bandits. 

Miss Fifi took in the situation 
perfectly, and saw that he, being 
motherless, would have to acquire 
physical culture and good breeding 
from her. Accordingly, she taught 
him to wash his own hands and face 
and to brush his hair pompadour, 
as became a little foreigner. Then 
she showed him 
how to climb a 
hassock, at least 



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eight inches high, and the proper 
method of making the perilous des¬ 
cent. She taught him ball, and 
hide-and-go-seek, and you may be 
sure she was not so rude as to for¬ 
get to introduce him to the wily 
kittens in the mirror—real trick kit¬ 
tens, these! 

When they were tired of racing, 
she would put her beautiful, white 
arms about him and hold him on 
her lovely breast as though he were 
an infant. 

Toto? Why, he was a tiger kit¬ 
ten. His eyes were the most intel¬ 
ligent, loving and sad that were 
ever seen. He did not care to join 
in that rough play. Sometimes he 
came out in the sun¬ 
shine and had a roll 
with his little black 



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bear of a brother, but he 
liked better to sit in the 
pagoda and watch the other two. 
His little face would brighten gently, 
and, now and then, when the games 
were very exciting and furious, he 
would stand up, resting his fore 
paws on the edge of the basket, for 
all the world as though he were in 
a private box at the circus, and Fifi 
and Nicholas were performing pro¬ 
fessionally in three rings at once. 
Why couldn’t he call out, “Encore! 
encore! bravo! bravo! ” 

How beautiful and bewitching 
Fifi was! And was there ever such 
a brave and amusing fellow as 
brother Nicholas? 

As Toto did not care to romp, 
he was naturally held and petted 
much more than the others, for no 



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one could endure to see the 
little fellow look wistful or sad. 
As you can imagine, Fifi 
flashed from one end of the house 
to the other at pleasure. She had 
lost her baby-teeth, and her gums 
were now bare, an advantage which 
Nicholas hailed with enthusiasm. 

But it took more than the absence 
of first teeth, and the tardy growth 
of the second crop, to prevent her 
appearance at the table three times 
a day, with sociable regularity. She 
would enter the dining room with a 
joyous call, leap with the grace of a 
leopard on some friendly shoulder, 
and on one occasion, between the 
courses (tell it not outside the nurs¬ 
ery !), she walked the entire length 
of the table, with her tail plumed in 
the air. No one so much as thought 


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of scolding the bewitching creature. 
About this time, Nicholas began 
to learn his way about the house. 
He had long known how to run 
from room to room, but stair-cases 
had been precipices quite beyond 
his comprehension. 

It had been a part of the routine 
of the nursery to leave the Italians 
asleep in their cradle while we 
supped or dined, but they were now 
so knowing that at the faintest sound 
from the dining room they would 
prick up their ears and scamper to 
the head of the stairs. 

Nicholas was altogether too small 
to leap from step to step, as his kind 
do, but his way of overcoming that 
difficulty proved he had 
the head of a civil en¬ 
gineer. He managed 



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the descent 
just as any 



little boy would get out of a high 
window—hang as far as possible by 
the arms, and then let go. So, there 
were heard twenty successive, fat, 
little bumps, between each one a 
long silence — for, undoubtedly, it 
hurt—then a mad scurry of little 
feet, an eager scratching up the 
skirt, and, behold! Master Nicholas 
was ready for his dessert, like any 
well-bred little Italian. 

Toto? Do not believe for a mo¬ 
ment that he was forgotten. He 
was always found waiting patiently 
at the head of the stairs, and was 


brought down and placed before a 
blaze on the hearth, where a tiny 
dish of cream was ready for him. 
Fifi and Nicholas were both kind 


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to him, but their games were too 
violent, except for little panthers. 
Animal spirits seemed to be the 
soul of their friendship, and that left 
Toto a little alone. 

Once, I saw them all grouped in 
a small basket, Toto’s eyes shining 
with happin^c ’ c k ^ d 



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fied pride, 


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mitted into 
ship in the 
ety. Nichol- 


shortly after graduated under Fifi, 
and he could soon give her points 
in climbing. 

Who was it who retired to a dis¬ 
tant corner, to shoot with a furious 
impulse across the carpet, scale the 
chair, the shoulders, and land patly 


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on his victim’s head? Who was it, 
when he saw his brush and comb 
taken out, would swarm up a win¬ 
dow curtain like a middy, and sit 
for hours on the curtain pole, a two- 
story step-ladder the only persuasion 
that would move him? 

Summer, the season of the year 
had now arrived when San Fran¬ 
ciscans go to their country homes 
to get warm. Fifi, accordingly, 
was taken to San Mateo. Here she 
spent the long days frisking on the 
lawn, sprinting up pepper trees and 
napping and basking on rose cov¬ 
ered verandas. Nothing so gross 
as nightmares of mice ever invaded 


her sleep ; she dreamed only of the 
countless humming-birds that were 
Hanning her with 
their silken wings. 



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A little later, an invitation came 
to Nicholas and Toto to spend a 
few days in the country. As Toto 
was not robust, and Nicholas seemed 
to be actually drooping for Fifi, 
there was only one question 
about their going, and that 
was the one of transportation. ( 

1 his was a delicate matter, j 
A person could hardly appear | 
among the fashionable folk 
who fill the Saturday after¬ 
noon trains for San Mateo,. 

Menlo Park and Monterey 
with his arms full of kittens. 

No, an inspiration was necessary! 
It came in the shape of a fancy fruit 
basket, which was lined in the twink¬ 
ling of Nicholas’ eyes, the would-be 
travelers put inside, and the top 
carefully enclosed with crisp, yellow 



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it s™*,™., 

attractive looking basket of 
gjg|\ imported fruit was never 
carried aboard a train! No 
one could see through the small 
holes, and I am quite sure that as 
we passed through the Addition, 
no one saw Master Nicholas’ black 
arm poking through an opening in 
the basket, clutching wildly at noth¬ 
ing whatever, in his enjoyment of 
his travels. 

In the garden, nearly smothered 
in honeysuckle, was a pretty, little 
building for the “China-boys.” In 
it I selected a sunny room for the 
two brothers, and soon surrounded 
them with every comfort. 

There was milk, fresh from the 
Jersey cow, the great, warm sun 
shining all day long, and banks of 


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sweet herbs and flowers to roll un¬ 
der. Nicholas nearly burst with 
contentment and satisfaction. He 
walked out in front of his ranch 
and looked at the strutting fat hens 
in delighted amazement. Certainly, 
here was a promise of some fine 
hunting when he should be a little 


more grown! 

He saw a ferocious country cat 
in the drive, and, to Toto’s great 
admiration, he walked right up to 
this giant, to whom he was not knee- 
high, and introduced himself with 
frank courtesy. 

How Toto wished he were strong 
enough to walk about so bravely 
among these gigantic birds and 
beasts! Ah, but Toto made 
friends, too. There was 
Bessie, the thoroughbred, 




who never saw 
Nicholas at all, but 
walked right over his head to get to 
Toto, whom she licked and fondled 
till he fell asleep in the fur of her neck. 

It was a merry house-party out 
in the “China-boys’” bungalow, and 
both Nicholas and Toto were reluc¬ 
tant to enter their basket Pullman 
for the return to town. 

On the train Nicholas showed 
his true nature, and with great dar¬ 
ing escaped from his basket. Im¬ 
agine my mortification when the 
little brigand ran for the watch 
chains and diamond studs of the 
merchant princes and senators on 
board the train, and then rolled in 
ecstacy on the cushions at the fright 
he had given them. 

Two weeks later, we were packed 


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up, the brothers, by all means, in¬ 
cluded, to spend the remainder of 
the season in the country. 

If Nicholas had been naughty 
coming up on the train, he was cer¬ 
tainly shocking on this occasion, for 
although he knew I had no half-fare 
ticket for him, and that kittens are 
not allowed in passenger coaches, 
he insisted upon having the freedom 
of the car, in the very face of the 
conductor, who smiled and pretend¬ 
ed he did not see this open violation 
of the law. 

So, then, the doors of the ranch 
were again thrown open, and Nich¬ 
olas and Toto were keeping bach¬ 
elor’s hall once more. How glad 
everybody was to see them, and how 
many people said that_ 
the sunshine and sand- ^|§j 


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baths would surely cure Toto. 
There were two little men, of six 
and eight, who had brought clean, 
white sand from the beach for the 
invalid, and who were unflagging 
in their kind ministrations. 

Toto was certainly happy. He 
looked around him with loving eyes, 
and all night he slept in the arms of 
his sturdy little brother. 

Bessie turned her back on the 
stable and her puppies, who were 
getting clumsy and noisy, and de¬ 
voted herself to her new charge. 

Little Toto was not well. Like 
all invalids, he knew every sound of 
the early morning. First, there 
were the cocks, then the birds, then 
the hens and chickens, then the 
horses in the stalls, 
then the steps of 


the man carrying by the 'M&m 

frothing milk, and the 

cheerful bustle from the blue and 

white kitchen. He liked to creep 

out very early and lie in the bril¬ 
liant morning sunshine. 

Some one brought a saucer of 
warm milk and placed it so near he 
did not have to move so much as 
an inch to lap it. 

Ah! and there was the master 
passing, who liked to gather his 
own breakfast fruit from the tree, 
actually calling to him with a cheery 
voice: 

“Well, well, old man; how are 
you this morning? You are going 
to pull through all right!” 

How good this freshness of na¬ 
ture, and how pleasant to have one’s 
home in the center of so much hap- 


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piness and kindness. What could 
a little kitty do to show his appre¬ 
ciation of all this love? Nothing, 
but to caress every hand that touched 
him, and sing as though his heart 
would break at every foot-fall. 

Contrary to all expectation, Toto 
did not get stronger, and for a day 
or two had not cared to leave his 
house. 

Yes, the blinds should be closed, 
the glaring sun shut out from the 
tired eyes, and Bessie should not 
leave him for a second. Why, it 
was getting so no one could pass 
the ranch without looking in! 

One day we left the little fellow 
in good care for a short trip to Palo 
Alto. We returned by an early 
train, and started for the usual after¬ 
noon drive. When we had left the 


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bustle of the station behind us, the 
coachman turned and said, so gently 
one knew he, too, was sorry: 

“ Miss Margaret, I have some 
bad news. Little Toto is dead.” 

What! tears for a poor, little kit- 


We will not 


ten! 

“ Ernest, home, 
drive to-day.” 

We hurried to the little house, 
buried in honeysuckle and banked 
high with heliotrope, across which 
the long shadows and the plum- 
colored rays of declining day were 
slanting. There lay chubby Nich¬ 
olas, sleeping with his head pillowed 
lovingly on poor Toto’s cold, 
patient, little form. 

Pathos and humor are 
not far apart. A tramp .. 
of busy feet was heard, 



and two little men ap¬ 
peared. The smaller 
with much difficulty, 
a man’s shovel, twice his size. 

He said sadly, earnestly, “ I’ll dig 
the: grave for you, Margaret.” 

The older boy was very pale, and 
was trying to smile; but, why should 
a little boy try to be gay when his 
eyes are filled with tears? 

Little Toto was wrapped tenderly 
in fresh, white linen, and laid in a 
box lined with fragrant sweet clover. 
The little boy with the great shovel 
led the way to the garden, followed 
by a sad little band. Poor baby 
Nicholas toddled along unheeded, 
mewing piteously for Toto. 

The next morning, as I walked 
in the garden and feasted on the 
freshness of nature, my eyes drank 



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in the loveliness and serenity of 
the landscape; the great sweep of 
the yellow, undulating plain, freckled 
with pastures and kine, and gemmed 
on its crests and dips with the green 
of farms and the emerald parks of 
the wealthy and noble, the whole 
skirted by a purple chain of hills 
and a gracious coast line of sapphire, 
dotted with far-away sails. 

Rare plants perfected themselves, 
and choice flowers bloomed in wan¬ 
tonness on either hand—and then 
my eyes fell on a tiny mound, cov¬ 
ered with flowers. Its head was 
marked by a small shingle cross, 
raised by loving hands for little Toto. 



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